Monday, March 19, 2018

This is part 2 in my series of posts featuring works from Art On Paper in New York at the beginning of March. As often as possible, I have linked the artist's web site to their name as well as provide the info about the art shown.

Much of the art was framed and under glass, so there are the occasional glimpses of light or reflections which I hope you'll pardon. Enjoy part 2!

Friday, March 16, 2018

Art on Paper took place in New York last week, post nor'easter number 2. I was fortunate to be able to meet a couple of friends and hop the train into the city to experience this wonderful show.

I thought to share those works that caught my eye and demanded my attention. As often as possible, photos were taken of the information tags as well so that the pertinent info can be listed, however, in editing the photos, I realized that a few were missed. Also, where possible, the artist's name is a link to their website.

In hopes of not causing art on paper overload, I am going to share my favorites in a series of 5 posts. Please pardon the occasional reflection of light on a frame or odd angle. Much of the art (paintings, drawings, photographs, etc.) was framed and under glass so it was necessary to get creative with the shots. Enjoy!

Thursday, March 1, 2018

most recently this morning as most all of my rusted cottons and organzas

were transferred from 3 work drawers into 1 storage bin.

Discharged cottons

as well as a few that were eco printed found their way into a second bin.

When visions of pieces yearning to be created flit through my mind, these days they are not of the rusty kind.

So...how do you know when it's time to let go? And just what form does letting go take?

Do I put the bins in the basement where out of sight will equal out of mind, but where they will be accessible if some future day finds me dreaming rusty dreams again?

Or, and this is a bit scary even though it is what my brain says makes the most sense, do I truly let go and offer the lot for sale as yardage? Fat quarters or bags of...bags of what exactly? Bags of rusted cottons? Would it be priced by the piece or pound? Would anyone even want it?

In truth, I feel as if I already have moved on...to tea bags and other scrumptious papers. Did I just answer my own question? Probably. But will I listen to myself? Hmm...

I could really use your help on this one. What do you do with old materials when you move on?

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Sunday, January 28, 2018

A disclaimer seems appropriate given the photographic content of this post. I am not a religious person by anyone's definition. On my best days, it could be said that I am spiritual, but even that is sketchy. At the end of the day, though, churches fascinate me. It's the architecture - the creativity and skill that went into the designing, planning and constructing of such buildings. Like any big city, Baltimore is filled with churches.

The building is made [of] six of different types of stone. Its extraordinary color (especially when wet) comes from the use of the now rare green serpentine metabasalt from the Falls Road area of Baltimore County, and buff and red sandstone trim. (from the church website)

The stone carvers' marks, evident on every stone,

bring to mind hand stitching.

It is impossible, for me, to pass this beauty without touching the carvers' marks and wondering at the history and stories behind them. Did each stone carver have a signature mark? Did it vary based on the stone? What thoughts occupied the carvers minds while their hands produced such beauty, etc.

I would love to see the inside as well. A kind lady stopped while I was photographing

and assured me that the inside is just as spectacular.

I did try the front doors, but they were locked. Perhaps on a future visit...